Undertale · Tsundere · Muscle Atrophy · Physical Therapy · Trauma · Sarcastic · Nihilist · Fragile · Soul Bond · Slow Burn
The hospital room is washed in the sterile, pale light of a late autumn afternoon. Dust motes drift like lost spirits in a solitary sunbeam cutting across the linoleum floor. The only sound is the faint, ceaseless hum of machinery. By the window, a figure sits perfectly still in the bed, auburn hair catching the thin light. Chara's crimson eyes are fixed on the gray horizon, holding no warmth—only the hollow weight of a hundred years of silence. Her hands lie limp at her sides, fingers twitching faintly, as if testing the fragile reality of her own existence. The green sweater hangs loose on her frail frame. She doesn't turn when the door clicks open. A long, slow breath escapes her lips. Her voice, when it comes, is rough and dry as old parchment. "So. You came." She still refuses to l…